Creepy, Creepy, Creepy

At 3:30 this morning, I heard footsteps outside my window.  My window was open because it was super hot, and I had pulled the curtains open to let more night air in, and I had a reading lamp on.  Anyway, I'm laying there, reading, about to go to sleep--I wasn't sleepy before and reading makes me sleepy (also it's an interesting book)-- when I hear, very clearly, someone walking outside my window.  Slowly.  Like a creeper.  And then it stops.  I wait for a few minutes, thinking, maybe who-ever-it-was walked away and I can't hear the footsteps anymore...but then I heard him (or her) move, right outside my window!  I was a little freaked out because there is nothing there--outside my window--it's just my house, so why would someone stop and be staring at my house?  I usually don't lock the door because I think it's silly, but Anton made me promise to do it that night and I did, thank goodness.  The creeper is now walking back and forth, pacing right by my window.  I thought about saying, "Honey, there's someone outside our window, go grab the gun!" Even though I was completely alone because Anton was at work.  But then the creeper started walking away.  Good thing, too, because I really did have a gun (five of them).  I haven't told Anton yet, because I'm pretty sure he would freak out and get all excited about shooting some criminal-- who may have even been some innocent person out for a walk...by our house.

And on to less creepy things... This morning I made breakfast--Yay!  I cooked some leftover rice and fried zucchini, and added  real bacon bits, and I cooked an egg--which is unusual for me because I hate eggs.  The only reason I did do an egg, was so I could use my cute, tiny, one-egg pan that Anton gave me like a year-ago.  Unfortunately, it didn't taste very good.  I was pretty disappointed.  And it made my house smell gross... I think I'll stick with pancakes or cereal from now on.

So, here is a picture of me with my black-ish hair (that Anton took), which is also on facebook.

Funny Story

Anton and I went to the store to get some things, but when we got there I didn't feel like going in, so I gave him the list and told him I'd be hangin' out in the car.  When he comes back (with way more than what was on the list) he said, "So, when you said mascara... did you mean eye liner...?"  For some reason I felt like this was going to happen.  "No, if I wanted eye liner, I would have written...eye liner... on the list instead of mascara."
Also, during a special time of month for me when I was feeling particularly depressed, he came home and said, "Honey, I got you something that will make you feel better."  Guess what he had.  Go ahead, you'll never guess.  Was it chocolate?  That's what I was thinking when he said it would make me feel better.  Nope.  Orange flavored gummy bears!  Firstly, I hate gummy bears.  Secondly, I hate anything orange flavored.  But he was so sincere and actually thought that would make me feel better because--this is what he said, "Look! Tiny, little bears!"  I just laughed...and wished I had chocolate.

And now...we are having rabbit for dinner.  For real.  Anton went spotlighting this morning before the sun came up, and he got a rabbit.  And we're eating it for dinner tonight.  I put some veggies, from my garden : ) together and seasoned them to put in the oven and bake to go with his rabbit, which he is cooking according to an Italian recipe he found.  Incidentally, he swears he was supposed to be Italian instead of Ukrainian.  I think I'll wait until after dinner to post this so I can include how it turns out.

Okay.  That may have just been the best dinner Anton and I have ever made together.  Honestly, I didn't think I would like rabbit.  Turns out, there is pretty much no fat or gristle and maybe it was the way Anton cooked it, but it tasted pretty darn good.  And my veggie concoction was a piece of heaven.

I will share what I did:  Cut up some potatoes, carrots, zucchini (those were all the ones I had, Anton used the others for his part), seasoned them with onion powder, garlic salt, seasoned salt, pepper, and some mesquite chicken seasoning, and then I sprinkled olive oil and real bacon bits all over it and baked it in the oven.  Amazing!

P.S.  I dyed my hair for the first time in my life.  It was supposed to be darkest brown...but it turned black.  It was a couple weeks ago, and now it has faded to darkest brown.  I think I like it.  I think I will stay dark forever.

Hello, is it me you're looking for...

So, the blogger layout has changed since I've been away... from writing.  I finally feel like I have time--because I do have time.  And now I don't really know what to do with all of it.  Cleaned the house, bought some books for the next semester, started doing homework for next semester... and I still have lots of time.  I'm going to have to find a hobby or something.  I will be taking a class over the summer break, though, and doing a lot of reading for my literature class in the fall.
Gardening takes time.  A lot more time than I thought.  I spent several hours weeding the other day.  And that was only three carrot rows.  We are learning many, many things about gardening.  Like that we should have planted way earlier, watered more often when we first plated, and thought about what exactly we were planting (we have way too many radishes.  I don't even really like radishes.  I think Anton just discovered they're not exactly his favorite either).  Our garden is looking better than it did.  Before it looked like a bunch of weeds growing randomly throughout our garden space; now it looks like a small, week garden, but still a garden. I think Rebecca and Lavar (our landlords who live in the other half of the duplex) secretly help us with it (their side looks like a tropical rain forest).
Anyway, I like Child Development much better than any of my other majors.  Not just because it's easier (which it is), but also because I feel like it's more valuable and something I would use more.  Took my last Russian class.  Got an A.  Still don't speak Russian... ; (
I think I'm getting better at cooking.  More often, that is, not better at cooking food that tastes good.  Oh, we moved again ( 3 months ago)... not sure if I mentioned that before.  We live in a house now, it's pretty sweet.  We have a back yard, and a front yard, garage, hammock, grill, garden, all sorts of cool, homey stuff.  That about sums it all up.

I despise food.

We did some spring cleaning yesterday...can't believe how much useless crap we had in our closets all this time.  I had been wondering what was in all those boxes in there. We pretty much filled up the dumpster outside.  And gave the rest to DI.  I feel so free now...

I've been kind of obsessed with smelly things.  When I try to put some scented oil or wax in a stone thing and light a candle under it, the smell is too strong, but when I use this thing you plug into the wall with a light to heat the wax, it's not strong enough (to cover up the cooking smell).  I can't find the right one and it's driving me crazy.  I don't want to cook because the smell lingers and I smell it all the time.  And I hate it.  So we only eat sandwiches or pancakes.

Speaking of cooking (or not cooking)... I finally watched "If You Could Only Cook."  Loved it!  I couldn't watch it before because Alan's old X-box wouldn't play it.  It was so funny!  And the main gangster's right hand guy reminded me a lot of Kyle, for some reason.  Maybe it was his smile.

Anton really wants to steal Logan's kitty.  He misses having a fun little kitty to play with (because we would watch Shantal's when she went out of town-- which was often).  I would like to have a baby pet (only a baby one, though).  But I hate animal hair.
That's pretty much everything in our lives.

Patrick Dempsey and Missing Asians...

So the wisdom teeth thing went well.  No swelling, healing quickly.  No pain...except in one place where my bone is sticking out.  But the dentist put some gel in it to help.  The gel tastes very strongly of clove oil...very strongly.  Everything I eat tastes like clove oil.
The pain is so minimal I don't even notice it.  Except at night.  I fall asleep but the tiny bit of pain keeps me from falling all the way asleep.  So I dream like crazy-- it's like watching really weird movies all night-- until Anton comes home and I'm finally released from my half-sleep prison enough to move my limbs and take something.  You'd think I would learn to take something before I sleep but I feel like I can handle it and then it just keeps happening. 


Last night I had a dream about Patrick Dempsey. I was at home with mom and dad and they were alluding to my having a crush on him, and he was there in the kitchen while they were making fun of me. They were saying things like, "are you going to eat your McLunch?" and then snickering... because he was McDreamy... in my dream.  He smiled politely and then went upstairs.  I don't know what he was going to do up there but I was kind of embarrassed.  In my dream.


Anton is having a hard time with school.  English is a foreign language for him but economics is even more foreign.  They use lots of complicated words that nobody really uses.  He's thinking about taking more financing classes, maybe going that direction a little more.


Also, I think our crazy Asian neighbors moved (the ones who yell and scream bloody murder) and were replaced by white people who like to play loud rap/hip hop music all day.  You know those songs you hear everywhere you go, all the time-- the ones that could be tolerated once in a while but after about the 97th time it just gets annoying...

Wisdom Teeth are Mean

So after talking to Mom and Jeri about not having any problems with my wisdom teeth... on Monday I noticed the gums around my wisdom tooth were sore, and figured it was sinking back down, like what mom said happened to her.  So I thought, I'll just wait 'till it comes out again and then have it pulled.  The pain got really bad.  Really bad.  I was so swollen on the inside I couldn't open my mouth enough to eat very much.  And I couldn't swallow-- even my own saliva.  So I went to the dentist on Wednesday.  He told my my gums were infected because there's not enough room for that tooth (and the infection spread through my jaw and throat), gave me some antibiotics, saved my life... I'm getting it pulled next week if the infection's gone.

The worst part was that on Valentine's Day, I just happened to make the best dinner I've ever made.  Marinaded some chicken from the previous day, made the most amazing potato casserole, and a green salad with ranch, and I couldn't eat it.  I got some tiny pieces in my mouth (enough to know it was the best thing I've ever made), but the pain of swallowing kept me from eating.  So I starved for a couple days.  It's  all good, now, though.  I love antibiotics.  And my dentist.

It didn't kill all the pain, but at least I can eat and yawn.  I think pain in my mouth makes me really emotional.  I've been doing weird things.  The other night I called Anton while he was at work around 2:45 A.M.  I was perfectly fine, I just couldn't sleep and wanted to talk.  The second he answered and asked me how I was doing, I started balling like a little baby.  It didn't hurt that bad and I don't know why I cried but it really scared Anton.  He had no idea what was going on-- probably thought I was in an accident or something scary.

On a different note, Shantal has a sewing machine so I think I'm going to start sewing and stuff.  Probably mostly blankets.  I don't think I can do anything else.  I found some cool baby blanket ideas.

P.S.  Had my first plane ride.  Smallish plane, but it was super cool.  Anton did it for our anniversary.  I even got to fly most of the way.  The pilot told me I was really good but I think he was just trying to be nice so I wouldn't get too nervous and do something irrational.

Duck Dinner

I wrote this a while ago, and forgot I didn't post it.  So, this is the old stuff:

Yeah, Anton's really into duck hunting.  He brings one home about every other day and we have duck for dinner.  It's pretty good-- but only when it's cooked right, otherwise it's not so good.  And I can't eat it as a leftover.  I like to bake it in the oven for a couple hours.  It tastes like a really good pot roast (with less fat).  Nothing like chicken, which is what I had been expecting.  But the best part is that Anton loves it.  Duck season ends on Friday and then he will move on to coyotes.

I can't be a full time student this semester because it's my off track and they changed the rules-- I now have to come up with the money myself (which is kind of hard, since I spend most of my life being a student instead of earning money).  But I got a loan so I could at least keep taking Russian.  It's a lot better when I only have that to study.  But it's still hard.
Since I'm not a full-time student I decided to tuff it out and keep my job a while longer.  Also I work out with Shantal every night.  I'm still in pain from working out too hard when we first started (almost two weeks ago).  So I haven't been cooking more.  But I am going to... because I need to eat more, otherwise all this working out is doing me no good.  Well, maybe some good.

I got everything I need to make bread and started on it after I got home from work tonight... and realized I need to buy dry milk.  Thought I had everything, but I didn't.  Anton was pretty bummed.  I told him I'll go to the store first thing in the morning and get some dry milk and he will have hot, fresh bread waiting for him in the afternoon.